So when the door opened I fell out backward and probably would have busted my head had John not caught me inches before I made contact with the hard pavement.
The one good thing was that when the door opened I slid out of the blue-burrito. As soon as I was on my feet I took off for the Rest Stop building, not even caring that I was soaked and wreaked of pee.
I wasn’t even halfway to the rest stop building before the smell hit me. It was so powerful that it smelled worse than me and that is saying something. I can only think of one word to describe the smell and that would be RUDE! The smell was so bad and I couldn’t stand it so soon after eating my breakfast; I immediately spun on my heals and hurled every last bit of my food back up.